[Aziraphale moving so quickly startles him into dropping the dress, which remains crumpled on the floor, immediately forgotten in favor of dealing with whatever this new weirdness is going to be.
He comes to stand beside Aziraphale, looking over his shoulder at the photo, all the air suddenly rushing out his lungs. It's the two of them, younger, somehow, looking for all the world like a regular, happy couple. Something constricts in his chest, and it takes a moment for him to find any words.]
I — wh — ngk. [He closes his mouth, exhales shakily, and tries again.] This isn't real.
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He comes to stand beside Aziraphale, looking over his shoulder at the photo, all the air suddenly rushing out his lungs. It's the two of them, younger, somehow, looking for all the world like a regular, happy couple. Something constricts in his chest, and it takes a moment for him to find any words.]
I — wh — ngk. [He closes his mouth, exhales shakily, and tries again.] This isn't real.
[That much is obvious now. This can't be real.]